Title: Kiss me at Midnight
chapter #1 ( One odd Day ) 
Rating: PG13 mild cursing
E-mail ( shenkoskyusa@netscape.net )
By Kas 
My Sailor Moon Web Site: 
(http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Blossom/2070)

Thanks to Alicia Blade and Lady Starra, for putting this up.
Also to every one who's been e-mailing me.  
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Disclaimers: I don't own Sailor Moon, but I envy those who do.
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Somewhere in the universe there are happy little spirits, content to 
sit back and relax.
Never lifting a finger and smiling all the time.
But on this day, they would take to the town and take pity on sad 
souls, then find the 'said sad souls true love' and make them see 
reason. 
And in order to do this the spirits will take to manipulating the 
forces of nature and messing with logic as well as common sense.
The manipulative little creatures will pull every stunt in the book,
for they are often referred to as cupids, and today was known as 
Valentines Day.
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Mamoru Chiba stomped down the streets of Tokyo in a huff.
He was having the mother of all bad days. Rage boiled over inside 
of him, as he cursed every happy face, chirping bird, smiling 
couple, barking dog, heart shaped candies, stuffed teddy bears and 
every stinking peace of nature that was left on this God forsaken 
world.
His life - in his opinion - sucked!
His whole day started out bad.
He had woken up 30 minutes late for school because he had apparently 
broken his alarm clock the night before when it fell off the 
nightstand.
He had forgotten to pick the blasted thing up, witch resulted in him 
tripping on it first thing in the morning.
Well as you could have guessed he missed his shower, missed his cup 
of coffee, missed his morning jog, missed running into Odongo 
Atima, and made it just in time to get yelled at by his Professor 
for missing class.
The day proceeded to get worse from there on in, when he realized he
had forgotten his paper on physics, then realized that he had 
*actually* forgotten to study! Something that had never in all his 
life happened to him. 
Getting snickered at by his fellow schoolmates was the icing on 
the cake when the Professor asked him to read his thoughts on his
recent assignment for physics class.
He ended up braking his *only* pencil before he had the chance to 
write down his notes for tomorrow's class.
Embarrassing himself, by tripping on his own shoes when he got up to 
go and find a pencil sharpener, he involuntarily cursed rather 
fluently in his own stupidity.
That only resulted in getting him the evil eye from his female 
Professor who had a thing about cursing.
After looking for thirty minutes for the pencil sharpener and 
finally finding it, he raced back to class only to find that 
today's notes had been erased from the black board.
Growling in frustration, he marched out of class and off to
the restaurant down the street.
After missing his morning coffee he was in DESPERATE need of 
caffeine.
He got there only to find that THEY WERE OUT OF REGULAR!
He wanted to ring the woman's neck for even *suggesting* 
decaffeinated.
Quickly balling his hands into fists to keep from doing just that, 
he stormed out of there as fast as his feet could carry him.
Realizing that he was only going to make things worse if he didn't
release some of the pent up anger, he strolled to the nearest park.
He was in desperate need of some of 'mother natures natural 
relaxation tactics.'
Propping himself down on an empty bench, he took deep breaths and 
concentrated on the serenity of the lake in front of him.
This truly was a beautiful spot, surrounded by trees and flowers.
The sweet smell of roses that lingered over from the rose bush.
He always came here to get away from it all.
The noise, the people, the classes, the work.
This place was just beautiful and it was his spot.
Unfortunately he wasn't the only one who thought so.
One, two, three, four couples popped up from out of no where, and 
nestled into 'his' spot! 
Two on either side of the lake, one by the trees and one on his 
bench.
Shaking his head in denial of it all, he reached down to grab his 
bag, and ended up bumping the couple beside him.
Turning to apologize he quickly realized it would be lost on them
for the couple in question were ~as he would later say~ 
sucking face.
He could tell that they were obviously teenagers and still in 
school, by the uniforms they were wearing.
The question as to why two teens had skipped and decided to make 
out in a park was beyond him, until he noticed the heart shaped 
ear rings the girl wore.
Turning to see one of the other couples kissing while a girl held 
on to a stuffed teddy bear that read "I Love you" and a different 
girl held a heart shaped box of chocolates.
"Great," he breathed while standing from his perch on the bench.
"Its valentines day." He hadn't even realized it was so close.
Sighing in self-pity, Mamoru slowly walked away from the park.
He hated Valentines Day; in his opinion it was the worst holiday 
ever made! 
Well that and Christmas, and Mothers day, and Fathers Day.
Coming to the conclusion that they all sucked, he looked down at his 
watch and had to do a double take.
Staring at the digits in complete disbelief, he broke into a dead 
run.
How in God's name was he going explain to his boss why he was
20 minutes late for work?

When he did arrive at work he got snapped at and then informed that 
he would be working the late shift for the rest of the week, 
starting tomorrow.
He ended up getting stuck with tons of paper work and then not being 
able to even start on any of it because his bosses' secretary was 
out sick. 
He was quickly demoted and became secretary boy for the rest of the 
afternoon.
He ran around all day delivering stock reports and papers while 
fetching a coffee or two with a donut or three.
He inexplicably suffered from a klutz attack and spilt coffee on one  
of his bosses who remarkable enough didn't fire him.
Instead he had him run all over Tokyo, to fetch his personal laundry, 
check on his car, get harassed at by the mechanic and get blamed for 
being the one to blow out his bosses brakes, along with other time 
wasting things.
He had *literally* punched out his time card and stomped out of 
work.
Then realized that in all the commotion he still hadn't gotten his 
coffee!
And on top of that, he now had a headache the size of Texas.
And that brings us to the present, where Mamoru is currently cursing 
under his breath and stomping towards the arcade, in search of 
caffeine.  
He couldn't be sure but he had the feeling his eyebrow was twitching.
Breathing a sigh of relief as the arcade came into view, 
he quickened his pace, as little coffeepots danced around his head.
Reaching the sliding doors he waited for them to open.
They didn't.
His eyebrow did another "twitch  twitch" as he put both 
hands on the door and forced them open.
Quickly jumping in before they slammed shut again, then spotting 
the coffee pot, siting on the counter, his eyes lit up like a child 
on Christmas morning as he ran to the beverage.
There it was, with the words "regular" imprinted on the pot.
A slow smile spread across his face, as he stared at it.
Taking a seat he realized that he needed a cup!
Looking around and seeing Motoki busy with customers he sighed
in anguish.
"Hey Mamoru-san!" chirped a girl's voice.
Oh no, he knew that voice and right now, he really didn't want to 
deal with the owner of it.
Plastering a smile onto his face he turned around vary slowly.
Between clenched teeth he managed to get out, "Hello Rei-chan." 
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that he didn't like Rei, it was just 
that he always got the impression she wanted more then friendship.
Not that it was a hideous idea or anything, it was just that well,
he required lots of coffee when he was around Rei. 
Don't go jumping to conclusions though, he liked Rei, really he did.
She was vary pretty with her long silky black hair and vibrant 
purple eyes, she was smart and self reliant - also good points.
They had things in common and she could challenge him in many ways.
But aside from that he considered her more of a sister then anything 
else.
And he was much to busy for a girlfriend now anyway.
He couldn't possibly squeeze in any time for her or any one else,
except for maybe a certain Odongo Atima, but the chances of her 
actually wanting to spend time with him were nonexistent; to say
the least.
Frowning at his miserable love life, or lack thereof, he slumped 
deeper into his seat.
"You know Mamoru-san I was thinking, you don't get out enough."
'Oh boy', Mamoru looked over at the coffeepot with a pout.
Rei posed to sit down next to him on one of the other stools.
She looked nervous, not a good sign.
"And I was just thinking about this charity auction for 
Valentines Day." 
She took a deep breath then stopped and looked down at her hands 
before continuing.
"So I got to thinking and um it would be nice if you went you know? 
I mean cause Motoki had said you weren't and um I thought that 
maybe that was because you didn't have any one to go with." 
She stopped again.
Mamoru turned back to the coffeepot.
'Where in the world was Motoki, with his cup?' 
Looking back over at Rei, he noticed her fidgeting with a strand of 
her hair.
She did that when she got nervous.
He knew where the conversation was going and wasn't looking forward 
to the stop. 
Wondering if death by caffeine withdrawal was possible, he started to 
wonder where the lovely Odongo Atima was.
She was normally in here by now.
Boy he could sure use a nice little battle of wits with her right 
about now.
He unconsciously looked over to the doors in hopes to see her 
cheery face and cute odongo's.
No such luck, instead an overweight boy walked in.
Definitely not his Odongo! 
Looking back to Rei when she resumed her talking, he noticed the 
mug in her hand. "Well as I was saying.." 
"Excuse me Rei were you almost done with that?" he cut in. 
Before giving her a chance to reply, Mamoru took the mug from her hand and studied it.
Looking around, and seeing that there was no place he could dump 
the rest of the tea, he frowned in frustration.
'Could this day get any worse?' Just then a crazy idea struck.
Could he really do this? he asked himself while considering the 
insanity of what he was thinking.
Looking back to the coffee pot then to the cup, he realized 
it was the only way.
Stretching his arm out he proceeded to tip the cup upside down, 
and spilt the rest of the tea onto the floor.
A smug smile came to his face as he starred at the now empty mug.
Guess he could do it. 
Rei stared eyes wide and mouth agape at his action, while he reached
over and grabbed the coffee pot.
Pouring a large glass he quickly brought the beverage to his lips and
guzzled it down. 
A long sigh of relief escaped his lips as he savored the bitter 
sweet taste.
It was just right, not to hot, not to cold.
Perfect.
After pouring another class this time, deciding to sip it, he 
looked back to Rei, who was still watching him like he had flipped.
"You were saying?" he asked sweetly.
She leaned forward, and asked quietly "Mamoru-san a.. are you all 
right?"  Looking as though he had no idea what she meant, he replied 
"Fine why?" She shrugged her shoulders and continued to stare at him
oddly.
The sound of the doors opening caught his attention, looking over 
and seeing a petite blond girl with a rather unique hair style walk 
though the doors, with one of her friends. 
This brought a genuine smile to his face as watched them sit down 
in a booth.
Suddenly a frown came to his lips.
>From where he was sitting, she didn't look too happy.
He had the most insistent need to go over to her, but was stopped 
dead in his tracks when Rei started talking again.
Looking from Odongo to Rei, he realized he couldn't just leave Rei, 
it would be too rude to walk out on her.
So he did the only thing he could. Nothing. 
He would have to wait before he got the chance to match wits with 
the lovely Odongo Atima.

"Hey girls!"
Usagi and Minako looked up to see Motoki standing before them 
with a friendly smile.
Usagi sighed and rested her head on the table.
"Hello Motoki-san," came her muffled greeting.
He cocked an eyebrow and looked towards Minako expectantly.
She caught the look and mouthed the words "don't ask" before 
turning back to watch Usagi mope.
Motoki looked from the tray that was propped up on his arm to the 
girl, who looked as though the world itself was going to end, and 
quickly made the decision.
"Here you go Usagi-chan, it's on the house," he announced as he 
handed her the triple chocolate sundae.
Her eyes lit up for a moment and a grateful smile came to her lips.
"Thank you Motoki-san, that's really sweet." Well it wasn't the 
blinding smile he was use to but it would do for now he assured 
himself as he got ready to leave.
That is before Minako stopped him with a frown. "What am I? Chop 
liver?"
The question went unanswered for a small period of time as he tried 
making sense of what she had asked him.
Once understanding her he looked to the trays last item. 
A chocolate shake that was suppose to go to that guy in the back. 
You know, the one annoying guy who blew up when anything was late? 
Motoki was sure that every place that sold food had one.
Sighing he took the shake of the tray and handed it to Minako - who 
smiled thankfully.
"They only like you cause you give you them stuff," 
he mumbled as he left to get another chocolate shake. 
He could all ready hear the man's reply when he gave him the shake 
ten minutes late.
Usagi looked over the table to see Minako sipping her shake, 
and humming a song.
Looking over to her own treat she noticed that her appetite seemed 
to be missing.
Pushing the sundae up a little, she relaxed into her seat and 
propped her arms up onto the table before laying her head down as 
well. 
"What a day.." came her slightly muffled voice.
Minako looked at her friend sadly with a disapproving frown.
"Come on Usagi-chan it's not that bad." 
Usagi raised her head to look at the other girl "What are talking 
about? You all have dates, remember?"
Apparently now that Motoki was gone the 'girl talk' could begin.
Minako rolled her blue eyes at her friend "So it's not like you 
have to *have* a date for the party, you can come with us."
"Minako-chan, it's a valentines party, why would I want to 
go alone?"  Minako smiled proudly at her friend. 
"Because they have FOOD!" The sound of Usagi's head hitting the 
table echoed threw the arcade.
"OK, OK, so maybe not the best reason, but who ever said you won't 
meet someone there, huh?  I mean what if it turns out you do meet 
someone and you end up marrying the guy? Would you really pass up 
that opportunity?"
Usagi looked directly at the blond in front of her.
"Number one all the guys there will have a date already. 
Number two if I went by that theory then I'd have to go every where 
for a chance encounter. I mean, be realistic! I'd have a better 
chance of meeting my soul mate on the street or in the arcade or 
something."
Usagi looked up, to meet the determined eyes of one of her best 
friends.
' Oh, no. I know that look.' 
"Usagi-chan there is no way of knowing that all the guys will have a 
date. It's going to be a huge party, with plenty of single guys remember 
it's a charity thing." Usagi sighed and stared at her friend, 
How was she going to get out of this? Didn't Minako understand 
that she didn't want to go?
'Well that isn't really true, you do want to go, just not with 
anyone who's asked that's all, and the one man you do want won't 
ever ask you' she thought dejectedly.
"Minako, please. Just drop it," she pleaded with the other blonde.
"Alright but you have to promise me something."
"What is it Minako-chan?"
At this point she was ready to gnaw of her own arm if it would bring
the conversation to an end.
Her lack of a date had been the main topic all week.
If she wasn't being lectured by Minako, it was Mako-chan, 
if not her Rei, and Ami!
To many people where talking of her misery this week, and she for 
one didn't like it.
"Promise that if someone asks you then you'll go?"
Usagi looked at the other blonde tiredly. "Why?"
Minako smiled sweetly at her. "Well cause if someone asks then 
you won't be home all night, alone. And besides I really want you to 
be there with me and the other girls."
Usagi sighed in defeat, 'Well the party is tonight, what are the 
chances of being asked any way?' "All right Minako-chan, I promise 
if someone asks, I'll go. Happy now?"
Minako nodded, "Yeah if that's the best I can get out of you."
Standing up defeat, Minako got ready to the game area she turned around just in time 
to crash into Motoki, spilling her milk shake on the floor and him.
"Oops! Sorry Motoki-san," came her blushing reply, before high tailing 
it out of there.
Motoki sadly looked down at his shirt, and sighed.
He had *just* gotten it washed to.   
Turning around to leave and mumbling something about hating his job before, leaving to clean up. 

Usagi sighed again. 
She couldn't let Minako know that she *had* been asked out, but 
just turned them down, if she did then her and the others would 
wonder why she wouldn't go.
And there was *no* way she was going to tell them that she only 
wanted Mamoru to take her.
They'd think she had gone nuts or something.
Heck she couldn't believe it herself. 
And there was NO WAY that she'd go alone just to watch him dance 
with some beautiful girl all night.
No, she just wanted to stay home tonight... less painful that way.
Suddenly the sound of the doors opening caught her attention.
Despite her efforts she couldn't stop herself from turning around 
and seeing if it was *him*.
Nor could she stop the pounding in her heart at the mere thought.
Looking up towards the door, her hopes crashed immediately as she 
seen some other guy walking through the sliding doors.
Realization hit her as she recognized the guy. Mark Sheen a 
real jerk that went to her high School. 
He had this attitude that every girl on the face of the earth 
should bow to him, apparently he thought he was something special.
Usagi had to admit he wasn't ugly with deep green eyes, and thick 
brown hair, defined cheek bones and a nice build; he was one of the 
most kawaii guys in school.
But his personality was a true minus zero, and not the type she wanted 
anything to do with.
Turning back around she continued to stare at the bowl of uneaten 
ice cream in front of her while wondering why all the cute ones 
were either vain or jerks. ' Well maybe not *all* the cute ones.' 
She told herself silently as she started day dreaming about a 
certain man with thick black hair and deep blue eyes.
Sighing in regret for something that would never happen, she sunk 
deeper into her seat.
Suddenly she felt eyes on her and turned around to see only that 
Mark was watching her.
'Oh, no' was her only first distinctive thought as he began 
strolling over to her.
'Good lord please just let him keep on walking.'
No such luck. He stopped right at her table and slid into the seat 
opposite from her.
"Hello Usagi-chan, how have you been?"

"Who's that?" the question stopped anything further Rei had planed 
on saying.
Looking up to follow Mamoru's gaze she landed on Usagi, looking 
rather helpless, while trying to talk to... who was that? Oh Lord!
A laugh erupted from Rei's lips as the knowledge of the situation 
dawned on her.
'Oh well better to let Usagi work this one out on her own' she 
thought silently as she realized she still hadn't answered Mamoru's 
question.
"That's Mark Sheen, Mamoru-san, he's kind of what the girls like 
to call a "boyfriend don't".
This made him rase an eye brow in question.
Rei shrugged her shoulders and looked back to the situation 
unfolding only thirty feet away from them.
"That guy is a complete jerk, Mamoru-san, a real piece of work.
He's more vain then the super models in Hollywood, also he has more 
nerve then a...a well he's in his own category on that one.
Mark's whole life revolves around Mark, and only Mark. 
He's the perfect question mark as to why the good looking men are 
either vain or jerks. Not to mention he has money, and he thinks 
he's better then every one! I'd like to watch Usagi, get out of this one."
Mamoru quickly looked back to Rei, with a sinking suspicion.
"What do you mean, Rei-chan?"
She made a motion towards the two of them before standing up, and 
getting ready to leave. "Are you kidding? There's no way Usagi's 
going to be able to turn down someone with that much nerve.
And lets face it, Mark almost always gets what he wants, and right 
now he has his eyes set on an Odongo."
Quickly realizing she had never finished asking him to the party, 
she sighed.
She had the sinking suspicion he would have said no any way.
Turning around she hurried off to the temple, she was going to call 
the girls and fill them in on the latest news.
Hesitating a moment she looked back over to Mamoru who still 
had his eyes glued to Usagi. 
Sighing in realization, she quickly wished him the best and began 
to wonder what Chad was doing.
After all she couldn't vary well go after a man who was head over 
heels for her best friend, now could she? 

Mamoru stared silently, watching the couple with intent.
It shouldn't bother him that the Odongo atima, looked upset with her 
situation.
And he certainly shouldn't want to ring the boys neck for making 
advances towards her - but he did.
He'd watched as she tried getting him to leave, but the boy 
wouldn't budge, rooted to the ground with intent he held firm and 
ignored her obvious wish.
Something about the whole thing felt wrong.
She certainly wasn't acting herself.
Usagi usually loved talking to others but she seemed intent on 
getting this Mark to leave. Just as intent as he seemed in 
staying.
Deciding to stay out of it - no matter how much it irked him -
he turned back to pour himself another cup of coffee.
When he allowed his gaze to wander back to the blond, he was 
surprised to find that she looked noticeably pale, almost as though 
she would faint dead away.
Surprised at her sudden change, anger began to cloud his mind as he 
stood from his seat.
So much for staying out of it, he thought lightly as he began to 
walk towards the couple. 
Whatever the guy had said it obviously had upset her, and he 
couldn't let it go on any longer, not when she looked so dammed 
helpless.
He told himself silently that he should just ignore it, let her 
get up and walk away on her own, but as much as he wished he could, 
he couldn't stop his feet from carrying him to her.
Her face paled more, and her eyes grew wide, looking for all the 
world to be a trapped rabbit.
Good Lord he never knew Odongo could get so white! 
He was positive now that something was amiss.
He'd never seen her act this way, and that upset him.
She shouldn't ever look so... frightened, yes that was it, and there
 Was no doubt in his mind, that she was *scared*. 
Her fear only increased his anger and his pace as strode over to 
them.
He wasn't entirely sure what he'd do when he got there, but had the 
sinking suspicion he might do bodily harm to the guy for messing 
with her.
No matter how hard he told himself that his little 'crush' on the 
blonde had nothing to do with his worry, he found it hard to believe 
himself.
She was just a..a well um.. friend! And he was just coming to the 
rescue like any one else would have, had they seen the situation 
unfold. 
That was it! This had nothing to do with how many times she had 
preoccupied his thoughts, or how many times he had not so 
accidentally 'bumped' into her. 
'Huh uh, no way,' he told himself silently while flinching 
when he heard an inner voice call him a liar.

Mark watched the girl, she was beautiful; damn her for 
refusing him!
Didn't she know who he was?
Well she'd soon find out, he thought silently while biting back 
the sting of rejection.
He wasn't use to being turned away flat and he hated it when it 
happened, which is why it almost never happened.
"Do you have any idea what I do to people who turn me down?"
he asked, his voice low and menacing as he watched her flinch away 
from him.
Well good he wanted to frighten her a little, she'd turned him 
down three times! Everyone new he wanted to go out with her. That 
was why he'd been playing it cool, but now when the hour was 
drawing near, he had to show her that it was in her best interest 
to agree. 
After all it wasn't as though he wouldn't carry out the threat. 
And there was no way he'd show up at that party with out her.
Not after telling all the guy's he'd have her for his date for the 
party, then end up being humiliated when he came in alone! He just 
couldn't let that happen.
And by God, if she refused him, he'd make her pay. 
She had grown slightly pale, and looked at him as though he had 
grown a second head.
Those beautiful eyes held fear in them.
He quickly decided he liked it when she was afraid.
"If you don't go with me then, I promise I'll make you pay dearly.
I know allot of people who wouldn't mind, doing *anything* 
for money, and there's no way it could ever be traced back to me."
He had deliberately stressed the "anything" part, to leave her 
thinking about what it could mean. 
She paled even more and he stifled a laugh.
It was hard when she looked so helpless.
Yep threatening her was the best way, he realized silently, 
plus it help ease his tattered ego.
After all nothing made him feel better then knowing someone else 
feared him, it gave him a little serge of power.
Standing abruptly, he smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt 
before leaning over and griping her hand.
She looked startled even more frighten when he yanked 
her up from her seat with ease almost causing her to lose he 
balance.
Leaning close he whispered "So what will it be then, Usagi-chan? 
because either you go with me or face the inevitable."
Mark suddenly gasped as he felt a hand clasp his shoulder in a 
death grip.
He had a pretty fair idea that this wasn't one of the girls she 
hung around with.
Not even the amazon had a grip like this!
It felt as though someone were crushing his shoulder, and he 
couldn't help but wince.
"Oh I don't think she'll be taking ether choices."
Quickly looking towards Usagi, to see a mix of relief and shock 
clearly written across her features, he cursed.
Well shit! If she thought one of her crummy friends were going to
harass him she had another thing coming, he wasn't exactly 
incapable of fighting.
He'd spent lot's of time and money on learning how to fight, and 
how to take his own, no he wasn't at all frightened now.
Regardless to how strong this guys grip was. 
Shrugging of the other mans grip, he turned to his challenger, 
perfectly ready to defend his pride. That is, before he seen the man.
Suddenly he wasn't so sure about a fight.
The guy in question wasn't a regular 14 year old guy from school, 
but instead an 18 year old man.
He was bigger, stronger, and even a little taller then Mark, 
with an obvious hatred blaring in his eyes as he stared down at him.
The mans eyes had the power to make Mark question his chances
and would of even if he had been the one better matched. The guy 
looked ready to kill! 
Realizing his disadvantage as he sized his opponent up, a ripple of 
fear went through him.
"I can give you two choices," said the dark haired man coldly.
"Number one, you walk away from here UN bruised and never talk to her again," 
he said while motioning to the beauty behind him. 
"Or number two, I can make bruises appear in places the light of the sun 
will never touch as well as much more... noticeable places." 
Cocking his head to the side a smug smirk crossed his lips before 
continuing. 
"Then you can explain to your friends how you got beaten down in 
the middle of an arcade.  It's up to you." 
The man had a challenging note in his voice, and Mark knew he was 
being bated.
He hated that! Hated the smug look on this guys face. 
Hated being teased, but he knew better then to accept the challenge.
No, he wouldn't fight him, no matter how badly wanted to. He knew his 
chances were naught, but that didn't mean he would walk out with his
pride completely ruined.
No, he'd show them he wasn't afraid even if he was shaking in his his 
shoes.
Mamoru could barely hold back the impulse to punch the guy.
He had arrived just when this Mark had stood up.
Since his back was to Mamoru, and Usagi, watching him so intently 
neither had noticed him sneak up on them.
When he seen the guy stand he held back, hoping he would leave, 
so that Mamoru wouldn't have to do anything, but that thought was 
squashed when he had seen him grab Usagi and yank her up.
He had barely caught the menacing words whispered into her ear, 
and what he had heard had outraged him.
He then loomed over him and gripped him by the shoulder.
Both Usagi and Mark had quickly become aware of his presence.
He decided not to let the shock on her face upset him too much, 
but didn't she know he'd help her if she in trouble? 
Apparently not because the shock was clearly there and it had only 
angered him further.
She should know that he'd protect her damn it! Realizing with a slight 
twinge of guilt that it was his fault she didn't 
trust him, he held on tighter to the other man. 
After he had let go and allowed Mark to turn around and watched 
as he sized him up, he took note of the familiar gleam of fear in the 
younger man's eyes.
There wouldn't be a fight.
Mamoru would of been lying if he had said he didn't want one, 
but if a fight were to be started he wasn't going to do the 
starting. 
But still he had to make it clear that Usagi was off limits, 
witch was why he'd given the 'choices' to him.   
He watched in amazement as the guy seemed to understand but not 
care.
He turned to Usagi, and smiled a wicked little grin before replying
"Hey chill, I get it. I'll back off..  for now.  
Oh and Usagi-chan, I'll see you at the party."    
Mamoru couldn't believe the man's gull, he quickly took note that 
Usagi, didn't seem to appreciate the fact that he would be waiting 
for her, and before he had a chance to think the words flew out of 
his mouth. 
"Well then I suppose I'll see you there as well seeing how she's 
my date and all." 
Smacking himself surly wouldn't have sufficed, for Mamoru had just 
done the stupidest thing in his life.
Watching both Usagi and Mark's mouth drop in shock.  
Then the sound of a tray Motoki had been holding hit the floor with a  "clatter". 
He had known Motoki was ease dropping only a couple feet away, 
and glared at him, as the blond just stood gaping back. Well no 
one was more shocked than him, he though silently as he 
wished he had just shut his trap.
"Well..." said Mark, the first to recover. "I suppose I'll see you then." 
And with that he stalked out of the arcade to no don't mend his 
wounded ego. 
Now that the whole situation was over with, he was left to face an 
open mouthed Odongo.
He really wished she'd stop staring at him that way.
Oh Hell this whole day had been rotten, since the beginning.
Having extremely freak klutz attacks, being late, mission 
assignments, forgetting things and now speaking without thinking!
That was one of the weirdest of them all, Mamoru prided himself 
on always being a quick thinker and thinking it out before said it.
It just wasn't him to go and blurt it out only to regret it later; 
but oddities seemed to be the rising trend today.
Watching Odongo with an intense gaze and wondering when she'd 
finally verbally bash him one good, he was shocked to say the least 
when she shut her mouth and flung her self into arms in a giant hug.
It was his turn to stare open mouthed in wonderment as he felt her 
slight weight thrown onto him as she squeezed the air right out of 
his lungs in an affectionate embrace.
She had given no warning and the quickness of her movements had 
caught him completely off guard, leaving him open to any and all 
emotions the little imp stirred in him.
Closing his mouth and slowly wrapping his arms around her, he 
pulled her slight frame closer yet, and marveled at how she felt in 
his arms.
The embrace was nothing like he'd ever known.
Not that he went around hugging people or anything but the few that 
had hugged him hadn't felt anything like this.
He felt a freshness flow through him, and an indescribable feeling 
of warmth washed over him as he held her tightly in the embrace.
She felt just as he'd thought she would, but better.
So amazingly soft and warm, that he found it unbearable not to hold 
on a little tighter and bury his face in the nap of her neck, 
giving in completely to the new warmth that circled him.
She smelt amazing as well, like lilacs and roses, it was a 
combination he found that he liked very much. 
He then realized that all the stupid dumb things that had happened 
today no longer mattered at all.
He wasn't mad at his boss, wasn't worried about the exam, didn't 
care about the coffee, all that mattered was that a girl who only 
yesterday wouldn't send a smile his way for all the money in the 
world, was now wrapped in his ARMS!
Suddenly he realized that it wouldn't stay that way, even though 
she hadn't pulled away just yet, he knew he couldn't hold her 
forever, although the thought was more then appealing at the moment 
and would forever be.
Almost as suddenly as the thought had gone through his mind, 
the angel in his arms began to brake the contact. 
Wishing for anything but the inevitable loss, Mamoru only stood 
up a little more fully and loosened his grip but didn't let his 
arms drop from around her sides.
He couldn't let her go just yet, and already he felt some of the 
warmth of the embrace fading.
Looking down only to see that her face was turned away to the floor 
he wondered curiously what she thinking.
Hearing a "clunk" sound, he tore his gaze away from her bowed head 
to see that Motoki had dropped his mop as well. 
Still staring in shock and looking as though he might not recover 
any time soon, Mamoru quickly forgot about Motoki and looked back 
to the angel in his arms. 
He now could see that she was trying unsuccessfully to hide the 
cherry blush that covered her cheeks from him.
His lips tweaked a little before a broad smile dawned on his face.
He couldn't help it, really he couldn't, and he just suddenly felt 
like smiling down at her adorable face.
.............................................................
The end..
NO I'm just kidding, really I am.
Sorry about not having part 5 to "I dare you" out this week,
but I've been *really* busy.
Continued on "Kiss me at Midnight" part 2

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And I hope you all had a happy Valentines Day!
(This was suppose to be out for Valentines Day. 
Kas blushes deep red.
Sorry guys I have writers block.)
God bless, Kas.